Don't underestimate good ol' mom!

Brian invited his mother over for Thanksgiving dinner. During the
course of the
meal, Brian's mother couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brian's
roommate,
Jennifer, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of a relationship
between
Brian and Jennifer, and this had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she
started to
wonder if there was more between Brian and Jennifer than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be
thinking,
but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Jennifer came to Brian saying, "Ever since your
mother came
to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle.
You don't suppose
she took it, do you?"

Brian said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll send her an e-mail just to be
sure. So he sat down
and wrote:

I'm not saying that you "did" take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm
not saying that
you "did not" take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has
been missing ever
since you were here for dinner.

I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with Jennifer, I'm not saying that
you "do not" sleep
with Jennifer. But the fact remains that if Jennifer is sleeping in her
own bed, she would
have found the gravy ladle by now.

THAT IS HILARIOUS! A quick story about not underestimating the power of dear old mom!

Ever since I knew what a motorcycle was I dreamed of owning one. I was allowed to have dirt bikes and 4 wheelers growing up, but a motorcycle was off limits for several reasons. Well my freshman year in college I decided I was going to buy one, and rent a self storage unit to keep it in. Well about 2 years go by, and I think nothing of it.

When I filled out the paperwork for the storage unit I listed my home address and home telephone number on the application. I also expressed to the kind lady at the front desk that if any climate controlled units were to open up to please notify me, and I would like to move the bike into one of the newer units.

I happen to come home for Thanksgiving break, and while I'm home doesn't the self storage lady call and leave a message on my home voicemail stating, "Hello Stephen this is ________ from the storage facility, I just wanted to let you know that the climate controlled unit is available whenever you are ready." Now my mom listens to the voicemail and calls the lady saying you must have the wrong number, thinking my dirtbag uncle who always puts things in my name (long story) had used my name again. The lady replies, "Oh no...I'm positive it's him. He's such a kind young man, drives a Nissan Maxima and he attends the college right down the street." My mom didn't say a word until Thanksgiving dinner. With 35 people gathered in the dining room for a huge dinner my mom asks in an ever so soft voice, "So Steve, when can I go for a ride on your motorcycle?" I had a mouthfull of food, and my face was white as a ghost. Needless to say my ENTIRE family knew about it and burst out laughing.

Within (2) weeks my dad listed the bike on ebay and it was sold. I still laugh thinking about that moment, but it wasn't so funny that night!

THAT IS HILARIOUS! A quick story about not underestimating the power of dear old mom!

Ever since I knew what a motorcycle was I dreamed of owning one. I was allowed to have dirt bikes and 4 wheelers growing up, but a motorcycle was off limits for several reasons. Well my freshman year in college I decided I was going to buy one, and rent a self storage unit to keep it in. Well about 2 years go by, and I think nothing of it.

When I filled out the paperwork for the storage unit I listed my home address and home telephone number on the application. I also expressed to the kind lady at the front desk that if any climate controlled units were to open up to please notify me, and I would like to move the bike into one of the newer units.

I happen to come home for Thanksgiving break, and while I'm home doesn't the self storage lady call and leave a message on my home voicemail stating, "Hello Stephen this is ________ from the storage facility, I just wanted to let you know that the climate controlled unit is available whenever you are ready." Now my mom listens to the voicemail and calls the lady saying you must have the wrong number, thinking my dirtbag uncle who always puts things in my name (long story) had used my name again. The lady replies, "Oh no...I'm positive it's him. He's such a kind young man, drives a Nissan Maxima and he attends the college right down the street." My mom didn't say a word until Thanksgiving dinner. With 35 people gathered in the dining room for a huge dinner my mom asks in an ever so soft voice, "So Steve, when can I go for a ride on your motorcycle?" I had a mouthfull of food, and my face was white as a ghost. Needless to say my ENTIRE family knew about it and burst out laughing.

Within (2) weeks my dad listed the bike on ebay and it was sold. I still laugh thinking about that moment, but it wasn't so funny that night!

That's funny!

My mom knew I was living with a women when she lived four thousand miles away (me in Anchorage, AK-she in Tucson, AZ) even though my girl friends parents didn't know and they lived about four miles away.